Tag Archive: dogs

Me 1: bleh, i don’t feel like walking today
Me 2: you always think that and always enjoy it
Me 1: i don’t have time. I have to meet Leaza
Me 2: pfffft, yes you do have time. how far you planning to walk? Cape Town?
Me 1: ‘whine’ but i also have to shower and wash my hair before leaving for the meeting

Me 2: it’s a friend, you can have wet hair. and since when do you not go out with wet hair

Me 1: but its hot!

Me 2: …..

Dogs: OMG my god, did she just pick up a shoe?? she did!! quick run to the door. are we walking? we are, aren’t we? OMG best. day. ever (they walk everyday btw) jump. grab her sock. run to the door. jump and twist. are we really walking? oh we are, we are. quick. run in a circle. jump on her. bark. grab a shoe and drag her. WE ARE WALKING!!!!!!!!

The only way UP could be used to describe the walk I just had was if you put a four lettered word before it. The god of comedy of situation was out in full force today.

Getting the dogs out of the car is always a tricky one – I have to block the door, attach them one at a time to their leads, and then let them out. So at any stage I have a number of dogs in the car desperate to get out, and a number out of the car desperate to get into the park. So that’s always good for a laugh.

Today as I got them all out Dorothy managed to slip out of her harness, and feeling the lack of restraining leash, went a gambolling. I called, her. She heard. And promptly ignored me. Ideally I would have gone straight to her, been very stern and reattached her. Only Ozzie and Pippa had by then discovered delicious smells in opposite directions. Thank goodness I have orangutan arms and got to her before she ran into the road.

Untangle the leads and off we go. Only other people walk their dogs with no leads and my dogs are always super excited to see other dogs and run at them. I am trying to train mine not to but we haven’t got there yet. So three times this walk I had three dogs I was pulling back towards me as they wriggled and tried to sniff the new dog, the uncontrolled dog! They clearly did not go to military school because there is no controlled advance. No, there is jumping and running and leaping and coming back to me to make sure I have seen the other dog, and falling over each other and generally being fools. All while attached to leads I am holding. Expectedly, the three leads look like a bowl of spaghetti trying to learn to break dance.

After sitting trying to control dogs who want to walk while I untangle a knot of epic proportions, I finally gave up and let them walk together in their tangled mess. At which point another unleashed dog came past, mine ran with joy to say hello, and both girls broke their leashes. Mayhem ensued with the owner of the other dog doing precisely, exactly, absolutely nothing.

My glasses flew off my shirt, my dogs ran around, my brow sweated and I sat on the ground laughing at what it all must have looked like from afar.

Once I had corralled them all I tied the girls remaining lead bits to Ozzie’s collar and we tried to get back to the car. Only the dogs don’t walk in straight lines so poor Ozzie kept getting leash between his legs, across his nose and around his ears. Poor chap just kept sitting down and looking at me imploringly to release him for the fresh hell he was enduring.

Into the car we get, home we drive.

Yay – it is all over

Only it isn’t. As the dogs jump out of the car I see a pile of regurgitated dog breakfast bigger than any one of the actual dogs in the back of the car.

Bloody brilliant

Frustrating as it all was – it has made me laugh and smile for ages. so its a #100happydays moment – even if a ludicrous one

I initially decided to do it using words not images because words come more easily to me, but then I thought about it and thought easy shmeasy

so now i plan to do a bit of both

Day 1 – walking the dogs

In a relatively short time I have gone from a complete cat person totally not interested in dogs to owning 3 dogs around whom a lot of my life revolves.

I love owning dogs, I love my dogs and I love how they love me. I really am a better person for owning dogs. I remember reading once that everyone thinks they have the best dog, and everyone is right. ‘Strue.

But I miss my cats too – they remain aloof and cat-like but because I am so often buried beneath dog, they seldom get to come and demand attention.

This photo is as much about my dogs, the city you can see in the distance in which i love living, and the fact that after months of pain i am actually able to walk on the beach again